Is a Puri poem
Leading to the temple street
To faith and doubt
To nowhere
Full of faith and belief
And skepticism,
Faith in doubt,
Doubt in faith,
An Oriya he
Looking unto,
But Christian too
As and when
He talks of lepers
And this marauding
Our belief
So strongly held
To reason,
Why are there,
Does God not?
But Mahapatra as an Oriya
Is of Jagannath,
Marking the Great Temple
With the lotus
Adorning the roof over
Caved out or fitted with stones,
A motif mythical.
Demonetized,Phased out,But Tughluqi attemptGoing from Delhi DaulatabadAnd Daulatabad to Delhi,A Kubla Khan in dreams.
What does it mean really?It’s not just the tying of the rakhiOn the wrist of the brother,But something in return, commitmentIs expected fromIn the years to come.Do not forget you your sisterWhen in bad times,Please try to be withWhenever she is in trouble,Do not forget you your sister.
And smilingAs if one under addiction.Love under the stralit skies,Love I, love you,Say, do you love me?Yes, I love you,I want to her from you.And she too smiling perhapsAs can guess aboutAnd prohibiting me from to be a mad loverWith a word of caution,Do not love me so much,Don’t be so much mad,Madly under love!Love…
Smoking in ganjaWith the shisyaIn his hut.
Knows it,My pain,PainOnly God,God knows itAnd how,How much pained am I,Am I at heart,You do not,Do not knowNor,Nor did you care,Care to know about!
His dhoti, lungi, bed-sheet and kurtaBeing swept away by the windsAnd they being drawn and dragged.I saw, just saw them speechlesslyMarking the things of life and the world,God and destiny,Just like the fragile playthingsMade of clay and dustAnd said it not.What to be done if such is our life,Such is our destiny,And if such goes…
